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At The Depot 

A Character Play 

In One Act 



By 

ANNE M. PALMER 



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Henry White 
Bill Stevens 
Tim 

Helen Thomas 
Mrs. Brown 
Willie Brown 
Charlie Grant 
Ned Warren 
Miss Smith . 
Mr. Lawrence 
Richard Martin 
Bessie Wilson 
Mr. Jones 
Mrs. O'Brien 
Mary O'Brien 
Johnny O'Brien 
Susie O'Brien 
The Baby 



The ticket agent 

. The station agent 

A newsboy 

A college girl 

The mother of Willie 

A badly spoiled, inquisitive boy 

College boy 

College boy 

An elderly school teacher 

A middle-aged man 

A cowboy 

A little orphan girl 

A crabbed old gentleman 

The mother of a large family 

Small girl 

Very small boy 

. . Very small girl 

. . . Baby doll 



Suggestions 

The platform should be arranged to represent the interior of an 
ordinary Railroad Station, chairs and benches arranged ad. lib. 

A large clock and a board arranged to indicate time of arrival and 
departure of trains will help to give a proper air to the scene. 

One corner of the room may be partitioned off for the "Office" 
with an opening in center over which are the words "Ticket Office." 

Each character readily suggests the necessary costume. 



At The Depot 

•n't- 

{Scene opens with the station agent moving about arranging various objects in the 
waiting room. The ticket agent enters, goes to his office, removes his hat, and 
commences a ticking to simulate a telegraph instrument. An occasional ringing 
as of a telephone is heard while the play proceeds, and this the ticket agent answers.) 

Station agent. (Yawning.) Good morning. 

Ticket agent. Good morning, Bill. Here is another day of hurry and worry 
beginning for me. I am sometimes tempted to think that my work is the 
most tiresome in the world. 

Station agent. Well, I'm sure I've felt that way often enough. Ours is a 
thankless job! Sometimes I'm driven nearly crazy with the foolish questions 
they ask. One old woman came rushing in here yesterday and fluttered 
around like a hen with its head off. First thing I knew she grabbed me 
and says she, "Oh! when does my train leave? Tell me, quick!" and me 
not knowing whether she was headed for the North Pole or the Sandwich 
Islands. 

Ticket agent. It's fierce, isn't it? And some of them never seem to have the 
least idea. as to where they want to go. I've even known a man to keep a 
long line of folks waiting while he asked about every train in and out, 
and then, bless my soul! If he didn't calmly walk off without buying a 
ticket for anywhere. It's enough to try the patience of a saint. 

Station agent. It sure is. I wonder what sort of a crowd we will draw today? 
This is a busy time of year and there's a good deal of coming and going, so 
we'll probably have our hands full. (He turns toward door as Tim the news- 
boy enters.) Hello, boy! I've been wondering where you were this morning. 
Bow's trade? 

Tim. (Disgustedly.) Aw, not much good! I've yelled myself hoarse but 
nobody seems to want a paper. Gee! My hands is cold! I can't hardly 
hold nothin' in 'em. This is pretty tough weather on a feller what has to 
spend most of his time out on a street corner. Don't know what I'd do if 
you fellers didn't let me come in here to warm up. Just thought I'd freeze 
this morning! (Walks up and down a Jew moments rubbing hits hands. Sud- 
denly gives a short laugh.) Guess where I slept last night! The Alhambra? 
Aw, nix! Guess again! Colonial? Not fer me! Huh! In a dry-goods box 
over in the alley. It was a big one and full of packin' stuff, and say ! It was 
dandy and warm. But I had to dig out early before the cops came around 
and found me. (Walks to where station agent is seated and holds out a paper.) 
Want to look over a paper? 

Station agent. Don't know but what I will, till time to hustle. There's no 

train out for quite a while. 
Ticket agent. Any special news? 
Tim. (Sauntering across to ticket window.) Naw — nothin' worth mentionin'. 

There's a big robbery up in Chicago. Two guys broke into a jewelry store 

and got away with $50,000 worth of diamonds, but them things is common. 

And there's three murders and four wrecks. Guess that's about all. 



6 At The Depot 

Ticket agent. All! Well, what on earth do you call news? I think that sounds 

rather exciting. A robbery, three murders, and four wrecks! What more 

do you want? 
Tim. Aw, the papers is full of such stuff! It's the same old things happenin' 

all the time and I gets so used to 'em that I don't hardly notice 'em no 

more. {Turns to station agent.) Say, you ain't got no extra eatin's around, 

have you? I'm feelin' pretty empty! 
Station agent. I'm sorry, kid, but I haven't a blooming thing. 
Tim. {Cheerfully.) That's all right! I'll find something somewhere. I'm 

always sort of lucky. {Turns toivards door as Helen Thomas enters. She is 

laden down with various boxes, book, a grip, etc.) Gee! look who's comin'! 

Ain't she a peach? 
Ticket agent. {Straightening his tie and smoothing his hair.) Ahem! I should 

say so! 
Tim. {Mischievoushj.) Say, what are you primpin' for? Bet she won't even 

notice you 'cept to buy a ticket. Do you know her? 
Ticket agent. Yes, I know her well. She goes to the college up at Auburn 

and has been home for vacation. Her father is Judge Thomas and they 

live in a big stone house out on West Grand Avenue. 
{Helen in the meantime has been placing her satchel, etc., on the seat and now 
goes to ticket window.) 
Ticket agent. {Eagerly.) Good morning, Miss Thomas. So you are leaving 

us again? 
Helen. {Fumbling in handbag.) Yes, I'm on my way back to school. I'll 

take a ticket for Auburn, please. 
Ticket agent. Certainly, {Hands one out.) 

Tim. {Who has drawn near.) Certainly. {Mimics ticket agent very softly.) 
{Helen is busily searching in her bag for her purse. One thing after another drops 
out, and Tim as quickly restores them to her.) 
Helen. Thank you, little boy. 
Tim. You're welcome. 
Helen. {Still fumbling in purse.) I can't seem to find the money. {Finally 

locates it and is evidently greatly relieved.) Oh, here it is at last. 
Ticket agent. {Taking money.) Thank you. {She turns away.) Pleasant day, 

isn't it,? {Tim grins impishly. 
Helen. Yes, it is very pleasant, though just a little cold. {Moves toward seat.) 
Ticket agent. {Leaning out of window.) Did you have an enjoyable vacation? 
Helen. {Half turning yet walking on.) Very enjoyable, thank you. {Begins 

reading book.) 
Tim. {To ticket agent.) Say! She sure is a pippin! But did you notice she 

didn't seem very keen about talking to you? 
Ticket agent. {Angrily.) She seemed very friendly. 
Tim. {Teasingly.) Well, say! Just watch me get acquainted! {Walks slowly 

toward Helen until he stands before her.) Ahem! 
Helen. {Raises her eyes, sees him, and smiles.) Selling papers? I'll take one. 
Tim. {Pulling off cap.) Thank you, Miss. {He takes the money she gives him 

and fumbles in his pocket for change.) I guess I ain't got no change yet, 

Miss. 
Helen. {Glancing up from paper.) I meant you to keep it all. I don't care 

for any change. 



At The Depot 7 

Tim. {In open-eyed amazement.) What! A whole quarter! Holy smokes! 

Then I can get some breakfast. 
Helen. (Astonished.) Haven't you had any breakfast yet? Why, child, it is 

almost nine o'clock ! ( Suddenly reaches for a goodsized box among her packages.) 

Here! I have a lunch that Mother put up for me for fear I might be delayed, 

but I'm sure I'll be in Auburn by noon and won't need it. So you take it, 

boy. What is your name? 
Tim. Tim. 

Helen. Well, here Tim, this can be your breakfast. {Hands the box to him.) 
Tim. {Overjoyed.) Say, this is too good to be true. {Takes box to corner, 

sits down, and opens it.) Gee whiz! Here's ham sandwiches, and cookies, 

and an orange. 
Helen. {Interrupting.) Your clothes are so thin and worn, Tim; aren't you 

cold? 
Tim. (Munching at a sandwich.) I get pretty cold when I stand out on the 

corner very long, but they (pointing to the men) let me come in and get warm. 
Helen. (Pityingly.) I shall write back to Father about it, and he must get 

you some warm clothes. He will be glad to do it. 
Tim. (Admiringly.) I should think he'd be glad to do anything for you, Miss. 
(Enter Mrs. Brown and Willie.) 
Willie. (Drawling.) Where are we going. Ma? 
Mrs. Brown. I have already told you several times, Willie, that we are going 

to your Grandma's. 
Willie. (Fretfully.) Why are we going there? It won't be no fun! 
Mrs. Brown. (In grieved tone.) We are not going for fun this time. Your 

Grandma is very, very sick and needs me to care for her. You will have 

to be a very good boy. Any excitement or annoyance would probably kill 

her in her weakened condition. 
Willie. (Excitedly.) And if I killed her, would she be dead? 
Mrs. Brown. (Horrified) Hush, Willie! For shame! 
Willie. (Persistently.) But if I did kill her, would they hang me for it? 
Mrs. Brown. (Very decidedly.) I shall not answer such questions, Willie. 
Willie. (Still persistent.) But, Ma, if they should hang me, would it hurt 

my neck? Bud Williams says the rope is liable to cut your head clear off. 
Mrs. Brown. Willie, be quiet. I will not listen to such talk. I don't see 

how you can say such dreadful things. {Goes to ticket window and Willie 

follows.) I want tickets to Cheyenne, for myself and my little boy. He 

takes half fare. 
Ticket agent. (Doubtfully.) He looks rather large for half fare, Madam. Half 

fare only to children between five and ten years of age. How old is he? 
Mrs. Brown. He is barely nine. 
Willie. I was eleven on my last birthday. 
Mrs. Brown. (Turning to him angrily.) WilUe, be quiet, you know nothing 

at all about it. 
Willie. (Aggrieved.) I guess I ought to know how old I am, and didn't I 

have a birthday cake with eleven candles? 
Ticket agent. You will have to pay full fare for him. Madam. He certainly 

looks more than ten years of age. 
Mrs. Brown. (Highly indignant.) Sir, I know his age better than you, and I 

will not pay more than half fare. 



8 At The Depot ' 

Ticket agent. (Wearily.) Oh, well! Let it go. It isn't worth fussing about. 

Here are your tickets. 
{Mrs. Brown takes them in an injured manner and they take seats. Willie after 
gazing fixedly at the station agent, leaves his seat and walks closer to him looking 
into his face.) 

Willie. What is that thing on your nose? 
Station agent. It's a wiu-t! Now are you satisfied? 
Willie. (Calling excitedly to his mother.) Ma, this man has a wart on his 

nose, an awful big one, and it looks so funny! 
Station agent. {Glaring at him.) Well, of all the impertinent kids! 
Mrs. Broun. {Stepjying forward to grasp Willie by the arm and drag him back 

to the seat.) I am sorry, sir. 
Willie. {Leaning foncard to yell at station agent.) I know how you can get rid 

of it. You find a white stone, and spit on it, and rub it on the wart, and 

then bury it. Bud W' illiams told me he cured his that way. 
Mrs. Broiim. Bud Williams doesn't tell the truth at all, Willie, and you know 

it. I wish you wouldn't repeat the things he tells you. 
Willie. Well, anyway. Bud knows a lot. He says if you can eat a fish-worm 

you won't never die. He says he knows 'cause he tried it. 
Mrs. Brown. {Horrified.) Willie Brown, how perfectly dreadful! I am 

ashamed of you for repeating such disgusting things. You shall never play 

with Bud Williams again. 
{Willie slouches, pouting.) 

{Enter two college men, Charles Grant and Ned Warren.) 
Ticket agent. Back to college, again? 
Ned. Yes, back to the old grind. 
Charlie. Not much rest for us. Say, is our train on time? We've got to get 

to Auburn by noon if we have to walk. 
Ned. Don't know how you'd expect to make it by walking! But I agree 

with you that we must get there. You see {to ticket agent) we've got a game 

on for this afternoon. 
Ticket agent. The train is reported on time so far. You'll make it. Hope 

you'll come out all right. 
Ned. Oh, we're sure to win. Auburn can't lose. {Glances about hastily.) We 

must be the last to go back. {Sees Helen.) I say! There's Helen Thomas. 

W'ell, this is luck! {Turns to Charlie.) Here's where you and I part 

company. 
Charlie. (Also looking toward Helen.) Not so fast, old fellow. I think I 

would like to talk to Helen, too. 
{Both hurry eagerly toward her.) 
Willie. {Who has been watching them with interest.) Ma, why are those men 

in such a hurry? Is the train coming? 
{Both men hesitate, glare at him, and then hurry on.) 
Charlie. Good morning, Helen ; isn't this a pleasant day? 
Helen. Good morning, Charlie; yes, it is pleasant. Good morning, Ned. 
Ned. Good morning, Helen. So you, too, are on the way back to school. 
Helen. Yes, and I expected to be the last one to be going back at this 
eleventh hour. I do so hale to leave home that I always stay as long as 

I can. 
A^ed. I don't blame you. May I sit down here? {Indicating seat at her side.) 



At The Depot 9 

Helen. (Cordially.) Certainly. 

Charlie. {Pointing to seat on the other side.) And may I sit here? 

Helen. Of course you may. 

Willie. {Who has been an interested spectator.) It looks just like a sandwich, 

doesn't it, Ma? Plain stuff on each side and something good in the middle. 
{Everybody laughs heartily.) 
Ned. That was a pretty good one, boy! 
Charlie. {Turning to Helen.) I thought I might see you, so I brought this 

box of candy. {Hands it to her.) 

Helen. How perfectly lovely! {Opens box and peeps in.) And how dehcious 
it does look ! 

Ned. (From other side.) I also brought a box. (Hands it to her.) 

Helen. Two boxes of candy at once; how gi-and! Now I will have a feast! 

Willie. (Almost crying.) Ma, I want some, too. Why don't the men give 
me boxes of candy? 

Mrs. Brown. (In great distress.) Hush, Willie! They will hear you. 

Helen. (Turning to Mrs. Brown.) Don't scold him. Come here, httle boy; 
you shall have some. It surely doesn't seem fair for me to have two whole 
boxes and you none. Hold out your hand. (Willie holds out both.) Come 
here, Tim, I want you to have some too. (Tim goes to her and she puts some 
in each child's hand.) There! 

Tim. O, thanks! This is great! 

Willie. (Peering into boxes.) You've got an awful lot left. 

Helen. (In astonishment.) Why, you greedy little boy! 

Ned. Run along with what you've got and be thankful for it. 

Mrs. Brown. Willie, come here this instant! 

(He does so reluctantly.) 

Tim. Say! That breakfast was mighty good! I ain't had a feed like that for 

a long time. 
Helen. I'm so glad I had it to give you. 
Charlie. Is that the morning paper, boy? I'll take one. (Hands him money 

and takes a paper. Keep the change. 
Ned. Give me one, too. Here's your money and no change. 
Tim. (In great glee.) Gee! I'll be a millionaire soon, at this rate. (Walks 

over to Willie, while others are absorbed in reading the news.) Look at all the 

money I've got! Don't you wish you was a newsy? 
Willie. (Discontentedly.) I'd rather be most anything than what I am. I'll 

bet you don't have to get your face washed and your hair combed every 

morning, do you? (Tim's "no" is a very emphatic shake of the head.) Well. 

I do! 
Tim. Where you going? 
Willie. I'm going out West to my Grandma's. 
Tim. (Excitedly.) Out West? Where there's Cowboys and Indians and 

such things! Oh, say! I wish I was you even if you do have to wash your 

face. 
Willie. (Doubtfully.) I don't beheve I'm going where there's any Cowboys 

or Indians. I've never been there before. (Turns to his Mother.) Say, Ma, 

are there any Indians out near Grandma's? 
Mrs. Brown. Yes, out on the reservation. 



\0 At The Depot 

Willie. (Going to her hurriedly while Tim follows slowly.) Will they scalp us? 

Mrs. Browm. Mercy, no, Willie! How foolish you are! 

Willie. I was just thinking that if they tried to scalp you, they'd get a 

mighty big surprise when your hair ail came off w ithout their hardly touch- 
ing it. Everyone smiles while Mrs. Brown makes a lunge at Willie ) Ouch! 

Stop pinching me! It does come off-easy-every night-you-know it does! 
{The last words are spoken in gasps as his mother shakes him and forces him 

into the seat.) 
{Enter Miss Smith well-laden with various bundles, a hat box, and grip. Ad- 
vances to ticket window.) 

Miss Smith. I wish to buy a ticket for Sunbury. 

Ticket agent. {Affably.) Certainly, Madam. Your train leaves at eleven. 
Miss Smith. (Frigidly.) Young man, I didn't ask you when my train would 

leave. You have altogether too much to say. 
Ticket agent. (As she flaunts off .) I beg your pardon! 
Tim. (Advancing to meet her.) Buy a paper. Ma'am? 
Miss Smith. Yes; here's your penny. (Turns to sit down, as she does so Tim 

holds up the penny and winks one eye.) 
Tim. (In low voice.) No change needed here. 
(Enter Mr. Laurence.) 

Mr. Lawrence. (At ticket window.) A ticket to Sunbury. 
Ticket agent. (Glancing toward Miss Smith.) To Sunbury? All right, I sold 

another to the same place about two minutes ago. 
Mr. Lawrence. (Looking around.) To whom? 
Ticket agent. To that cranky-looking female over yonder. (Nodding toward 

Miss Smith.) 
Mr. Lawrence. I'm not acquainted with her. My home is not in Sunbury. 

I simply visit there. You seem to dislike her. 
Ticket agent. No-I don't know her; and it's just as well you don't. She 

nearly snapped my head off for trying to be civil to her. 
Mr. Lawrence. (Surprised.) Indeed! Indeed! (Walks over and sits near her.) 
Tim. (Approaching Mr. Lawrence.) Paper, sir? All about the big fire! Forty 

people killed! (Every one grabs his paper and searches for the news.) 
Mr. Lawrence. (Reaching for one.) Here, boy! (Hands him money. Looks 

over paper hurriedly.) Where does it say anything about a fire? I can't 

find it! 
Tim. (From other end of room.) Maybe it wasn't a fire at all. I guess it 

was something else. 
Mr. Lawrence. (Indignantly to Miss Smith.) These boys! These boys! One 

cannot count on them any more. 
Miss Smith. (Haughtily.) Sir, I much prefer that you should not talk to 

me. (Turns away from him.) 
Mr. Lawrence. (Apologetically.) I beg your pardon! 

(Miss Smith drops package and both stoop to pick it up and bump heads. Neither 
get it. 

Miss Smith. (Angrily.) Sir! 
Mr. Lawrence. Pardon me! 
(Both stoop again, and a second time bump heads.) 
Miss Smith. (More angrily.) Sir! 



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Mr. Lawrence. Pardon me! 

(He stoops quickly and picking it up, hands it to her before she can bend for it.) 

Miss Smith. (Frigidly.) Thank you! (She drops her ticket which he also 
picks up, glancing at it as he does so. 

Mr. Lawrence. {Speaking hurriedly, giving her no chance to interrupt.) I Bee 
your ticket is to Sunbury. I, too, am on my way there to visit my sister, 
Mrs. Duncan. Do you know her? 

Miss Smith. {Suddenly friendly .) Mrs. Duncan? I know her well. Then 
you must be the Mr. Lawrence of whom I have so often heard her speak. 

Mr. Lawrence. Yes, that is my name. 

Miss Smith. I am the teacher of the Sunbury school. 

Mr. Lawrence. {Interrupting.) Then you must be Miss Smith. The chil- 
dren are so fond of you-my sister has written of you, and of how much her 
boy and girl care for you. 

Miss Smith. And I am very fond of them. I love all children. 

Willie. {In an undertone.) Nobody would ever think it! 

Mr. Lawrence. {Pensively.) I have three children of my own, three poor 
motherless little ones. My wife is dead. 

Miss Smith. How sad! How very sad! 

Mr. Lawrence. Yes, and they do so need a mother's care. 

Willie. (Who has drawn near.) {To Miss Smith.) Why don't you be their 
mother? 

Miss Smith. {To Mrs. Brown.) Madam, you have a very impertinent little 
boy. If he were my child he should be punished. 

Willie. Well, I'm glad I ain't your child. I'd hate to have a cranky, old- 
maid school teacher for a mother! 

Miss Smith. {Springing to her feet). Madam, will you allow him to insult me? 

Mrs. Bromi. {Tremblingly.) Oh, dear! I am so ashamed! I don't know 
what to do with him. He really isn't always so bad! Come here, WilKe. 

Miss Smith. {To Mr. Lawrence as she resumes her seat.) She should have 
given him a severe whipping. But that is the way with most mothers, 
they utterly spoil children and then wonder why they are so naughty! 

Tim. I never had no mother! 

Miss Smith. (Surprised.) Never had a Mother! Why, you poor child! Who 
cares for you? 

Miss Smith. And where do you live? 

Tim. Oh, 'most any place! When I have the price, I rent a bed down at 
Slade's lodging house, and if I ain't got it, I sleep in a dry-goods box in 
the alley. 

Miss Smith. {Horrified.) This is positively dreadful! Here child (fumbling 
in purse) is money for tonight's loding at any rate. I never did beheve 
in giving money promiscuously but I couldn't sleep comfortably thinking 
of you out in the cold. 

Tim. (Joyously.) Oh, thank you, ma'am! Everybody is awfully good to 
me today. 

{Enter Mr. Jones, bent and walking slowly.) 

Mr. Jones. B-r-r-r! This weather chills me to the bones. 

Willie. It sounds just Hke a bear growling. 

Mr. Jones. (Glaring at him.) "Children should be seen and not heard." But 



J2 At The Depot 

it isn't so nowadays. (Goes to ticket vnndow.) I want a ticket for Middle- 
port, California. I must get out of this miserable climate. 

Ticket agent. {Looking over directory.) In what section of California is Mid- 
dleport? I don't seem to find it listed here. 

Mr. Jones. (.Testily.) Who said anything about Middleport? I said 
Middleville! 

Ticket agent. I beg your pardon ! I misunderstood. Let me see (Scanning 
list) Middleville! Middleville! 

Mr. Jones. {Angrily.) Middleville? Bless my soul! When did I say any- 
thing about wanting to go to Middleville? Never heard of such a place. 

Ticket agent. (Under his breath.) Well, neither did I! 

Mr. Jones. Middleburg is what I've said all along! Give me a ticket for 
Middleburg. 

Ticket Agent. (Nervously.) I can't find it, sir. Middleburg, California. 

Mr. Jones. {Interrupting impatiently.) California? Young man, are you 
deaf? I said Middleburg, Nevada, and I said it very plainly. Such service! 
I shall report you at headquarters. It seems a pity that such incompetent 
men are put into such responsible positions. 

Willie. Ma, do you s'pose he really knows where he does want to go? 

Mr. Jones. (Advancing threateningly.) Be silent, boy, or I will chastise you. 

Mrs. Brown. He meant no harm, sir. 

(Mr. Jones sits down muttering to himself.) 

(Enter Cowboy.) 

Willie. (Excitedly.) There's a regular Cowboy! 

Tim. Gee! Just look at him! 

Helen. Oh, isn't he perfectly stunning? A Cowboy is so picturesque! 

Mr. Lawrence. He looks like the real thing. 

Cowboy. (At ticket window.) I'll take a ticket for Paradise Valley, Utah. 

Ticket agent. Your home is in the west? 

Cowboy. (Emphatically.) I should say so! None of this city life for me! 
I've stood it four days and that's enough. It's back to the hills for me! 
(Turns toward door as Bessie Wilson slips shyly in.) Well, say, here's a 
queer lookin' outfit! Where did you blow in from, youngster? 

Bessie. (Half frightened.) I-I-I didn't blow in, I just walked. 

Tim. She got you that time! 

Cowboy. Well, who are you, anyway? 

Bessie. I'm Bessie Wilson. 

Cowboy. Oh, you are, are you? Where's all your folks? 

Bessie. I haven't got any. 

Helen. (Coming over and kneeling at her side with arm thrown around her.) Oh, 
you poor Uttle thing! Your hands are hke ice. How do you happen to be 
out in this weather without cap or coat on? W^here did you come from, dear? 

Bessie. (Almost sobbing.) From the Orphan's Home at Maysville. I-I ran 
away. I came this far but I'm so tired I don't believe I can walk another 
step. 

Helen. (In utter amazement.) From Maysville! It's fully four miles. Oh, 
child! (Hugs her close.) 

Cowboy. From the Orphan's Home! Why did you run away? 



At The Depot [3 

Bessie. They whipped me, awfully hard, and truly {pleadingly) truly I 
wasn't naughty. 

Cowboy. (Indignantly.) Whipped you, did they? A little mite like you! 
Well, you ain't going back there, ever, — not if I have anjrthing to say 
about it. 

Mrs. Brown. No, indeed, I shall take her with me if there is no other way. 

Willie. (Angrily.) I don't want no sister! I won't have no sister! 

Cowboy. Nor you ain't going to have none, neither. (Turns to Bessie.) I'd 
adopt you myself if I thought you'd be happy on the ranch. 

Bessie. (Pleadingly.) Oh, take me! Please take me ! I'd love to go with you! 

Cowboy. (Thoughtfully.) It's a mite lonesome out there, youngster, for 
there ain't another kid within a hundred miles. But, great Scott, just 
imagine Mary — that's my wife — if I brought such a present home to her. 
Why, she'd be tickled 'most to death! You're sure you'd like it? 

Bessie. (Grasping his hand.) Oh, yes! Please — please — please take me. 

Miss Smith. (Doubtfidly.) I hardly think it would do. Who are you any- 
way? For all we know you may be a highway robber, or some other 
dreadful thing. I have never heard anything good about Cowboys. They 
are a rough set and always drinking, gambling and killing people. 

Bessie. My Cowboy doesn't do those things. 

Coivboy. (Patting her head.) Bless you, child! He sure doesn't. All Cowboys 
are not bad, Ma'am; and if you'd like me to, I'll teU you who I am, — but 
you've only my word for it after al). My name is Richard Martin and I 
own the "Double X Ranch" out near Paradise Valley. I went out alone 
but as soon as I got a start and could build my shack, I sent for my wife 
and baby and what great times we did have! I used to take the kid up in 
front of me on the bronco, and say, she was game! Wasn't a mite skeered 
and she only three years old! But one day she took sick. I rode sixty miles 
to get a Doctor and — and — when I got back it was all over! She was dead! 
It's never been the same there since. Her name was Bessie, too, and she 
would have been just about this big if she had hved. 

Bessie. Oh, I want to go with you and be your little girl — I want to go! 

Cowboy. And you shall, too! (Goes to ticket window.) Give me a couple of 
tickets for Maysville and I'll fix things up in a jiffy! 

Bessie. (In alarm.) Do I have to go back? You won't let them keep me? 

Cowboy. (Reassuringly.) Not on your life! You are my present to Mary, 
and you're going out to the "Double X" with me as fast as we can make it. 

Tim. (Wistfully.) I wish it had been a boy you wanted. You couldn't 
take me, too, could you? I wouldn't eat much — not any more than I had 
to — and I could sleep 'most any place. I'd work awful hard. 

Cowboy. (In surprise.) Well, who are you? 

Tim. I'm Tim. 

Cowboy. Tim who? 

Tim. Tim, the newsboy. That's all the name I've got. 

Cowboy. Tim, the newsboy! Well, I can't see how there'd be much use for a 
newsboy out on a ranch. Where do you live? 

Tim. (Sadly.) Nowhere in particular. 

Willie. He hves in a dry-goods box in an alley. I wish I could sleep in a 
dry -goods box! It would be lots more fun than in a bed. 

Cowboy. Haven't you really any home, boy? 



14 At The Depot 

Ti7n. Nope. I ain't never had none that I can remember. I used to be like 
her, (pointing to Bessie) and lived in an Orphan's Home, but it was a long 
time ago. I ran away and have been providin' for myself ever since. 

Cowboy. Kind of poor providing, eh? Well, boy, seeing you haven't a home 
nor folks, 1 wouldn't mind your going back with me to help round up the 
cattle and such things. Do you suppose you could learn to ride a bronco? 
(Tim nods eagerly.) Well, I'll tell you what to do! You be here at the 
station at this time tomorrow and I'll be in and pick you up on my way 
home. There never can be too many men around a ranch and you'll come 
in handy. 

Tim. (In intense excitement.) Am I truly to go with you? (Then pleadingly.) 
You ain't foolin' me, mister? 

Cowboy. Fooling you! Well, I should say not. It isn't everybody can pick 
up a whole family all at once! Won't Mary be surprised? And pleased! 
Why, it'll seem Uke home again with you youngsters scampering around 
the place. 

(Enter Mrs. O'Brien and four children, Mary, Johnny, Susie and the baby.) 

Mrs. O'Brien. (Breathlessly.) My land! I thought we'd never get here. It's 
next to impossible to get you all ready at once, and for a long trip like this! 
Johnny, you hold on to Susie's hand and don't you let go for a minute. 
Come here, Mary, and hold the baby, while I buy the tickets. What are 
you doing? (As Mary heedlessly nearly drops the baby.) Mercy sakes! You 
came near dropping him ! 

Mary. He's so heavy ! 

Ned. (Politely stepping forward.) Allow me to hold him. Madam, while you 
purchase your tickets. 

Mrs. O'Brien. (Stepping between him and Mary.) Indeed, you'll do no such 
thing, young man! I know what you're after, I've heard all about these 
schemes for kidnapping babies. Nobody touches my children while I'm 
around. You hold onto him, Mary, and if anybody tries to take him from 
you, just you yell at the top of your voice. (Turns to Johnny.) Johnny, 
pick up that satchel and don't put it down again unless I tell you to. 

Johnny. But it's so heavy! 

Mrs. O'Brien. Never you mind! Don't you put it down again! How do you 
know but what someone will be grabbing it up before your very eyes. 
(Turns to ticket window.) I want tickets for myself and children out to 
Hilton, Nebraska. Mary is eight yeara old, Johnny six, Susie five and the 
baby not quite a year. 

Ticket agent. Yours, of course, is full fare; Mary and Johnny go for half and 
the two younger ones won't need any tickets at all. That'll be $18.00. 

Mrs. O'Brien. $18.00 — does it cost as much as that? It's lucky for me I've 
done some saving. The railroads do rob the poor people. (Turns away 
with tickets.) Susie, look out for the lunch, I'm afraid you'll be dropping 
it; look, it's slipping out from under your arm. 

Susie. (Almost crying.) I know, but I can't help it. (// slips and falls to 
floor, scattering sandwiches and cookies in all directions. Sv^ie begins to cry 
as Mrs. O'Brien starts toward her angrily.) 

Mrs. O'Brien. Well, of all the careless children! Do you suppose I'm made 
of money that we can be wasting good eatables like that? Pick 'em up, 
every bit! They ain't so hurt but what we can use them. Hand me that 
sandwich! There's a cooky over there. 
Miss Smith. You surely won't allow your children to eat that food picked 
up from this dirty floor! It is so unsanitary! 



At The Depot [5 

Mrs. O'Brien. {Turning to her indignantly. Unsanitary! Well, let me tell you, 
Miss, if you earned every mouthful those four children ate, by bending 
over a washtub till your back was most broke, you wouldn't stop to think 
about things being sanitary. You'd do as I do, and fill 'em up on whatever 
came handy; and you'd just thank your stars they didn't have to go 
hungry. There's another sandwich, Susie, give it here and let's get them 
tied up. Now hold the package tight and don't you drop it again. Give 
me the baby, Mary, and you help Johnny with the satchel. It's a mighty 
heavy one. Land eakes! Is that the train? Don't you let go of each other 
for a minute and keep right at my heels. Mind what I tell you ! {Leaves 
with children.) 

Station agent. All aboard the Rocky Mountain Limited, stops at Auburn, 

Sunbury, Council Bluffs, Omaha, Hilton, Denver, Salt Lake City, Paradise 

Valley, San Francisco. All aboard. 
Cowboy. Come, youngsters, we'll go out and watch them off. That's the 

train we take tomorrow. {Goes out with Bessie and Tim.) 
Mr. Jones. {Advancing to ticket window.) You're sure this will take me to 

Middleburg? 
Ticket agent. Yes; you change at Salt Lake City. 
{Mr. Jones leaves.) 
Ned. Let me carry your grip. 
Charlie. I'll take your boxes. 
{Charlie, Ned and Helen exit.) 

Mr. Lawrence. {To Miss Smith.) Can I assist you? (^S^e hands him her hat 
box and they walk off together.) 

Willie. {Hanging back as his Mother pulls him along.) I don't want to go to 

Grandma's, it's no fun there. {They go out, arguing.) 
Station agent. {Wearily.) Well, this was a queer crowd today. {Moves off.) 
Ticket agent. Yes, but it was a better one than we usually have to deal with. 

Come on, let's lock up and go out for lunch, I must be back before 

noon, {Exit.) 

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Professor Herr Lover has written a cantata, the rehearsal of which he 
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Xerxes Strong, A little Weak 

F. Sharp, A little Blunt 

Fillup Pipes, A little Big 

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Miss Keys. A little Inattentive Pianist 

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